01-01-2008, 07:00 PM
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Name: Mantra Dhvani
Age: 1 (as of November 15)
Luperci: Yes
Species: 100% Timber Wolf
E-mail: mantradhvani@aol.com
AiM: mantra dhvani
How Did I Find Souls?: Through various affiliates.
Written Example: There is always the guilty and then the not guilty. There is no in between, no half and half or three quarters this, one quarter that. You are either correctly indicted for the crime you've committed or wrongly accused, but for some the sentence delivered doesn't even matter. Some, like Mantra Dhvani, feel the guilt whichever way the pendulum swings and are forever changed by the jury of few. Whether those of the Cloudskull Tribe had really, truly believed she'd voluntarily killed her only brother no one would ever know or have hopes of ever finding out; there would always be disagreement on the subject and it went without saying that the occurrence would forever live in the minds of the members. Mantra had pleaded her innocence with as much passion as she could muster, but even the fire in her eyes was not enough to bring the light of truth into question.
She had not murdered Sinthobi Dhvari, but either way it did not matter -- neither to his still breathing sister or the Cloudskull members he'd once presided over. He had died and now there was to be a new successor, but the role would not be handed down to his tainted sibling. Mantra was now dead in everyone's eyes but her own. That was why she had left Artheba Plains without turning back; she would always remain loyal even to those who had called her a murderer, but her rank among those she'd grown up no longer belonged to her. She had escaped their clutches by a single thread. Now she would be forced to live the rest of her days (which would be plenty, given her ripe age) in exile; far, far away from the safety of home and the comfort of those she'd once called family.
Wide berthed steps led Mantra Dhvari into a well-exposed clearing. The moon, a pregnant sphere of wonderful golden light, hung above her limp tawny frame as a guiding beacon; the Cloudskull Tribe, a spiritual gathering of wolves from many different scopes of the Earth, had considered the moon not to be a "thing", but a person, or, "she". Mantra was a spiritual, devoted wolf down to her very core; she believed in all things ethereal, unrealistic, shaman-like, and divine. She could recant prayers by memory as easily as if they were her own name. As she walked hesitantly into the barren outstretch of land her silvery-blue eyes carefully roamed over the plentiful foliage before her. A quiet creature by nature, Mantra had known from the start she couldn't easily amalgamate herself into a strange pack. That was why she was and always would be a lone wolf; just as she was and always would be the innocent wolf no one thought her to be.
